Tyler POV
I'm tired. Not the type of tired that I need sleep. Not the type of tired where I have bags under my eyes. Hell, not the type of tired where I don't want to get out of bed. I'm the type of tired that doesn't want to wake up. I'm tired of this routine. The routine of wake up, go to school, go home, eat, sleep. Do this for 12 years. Then another 4. Get a job. Repeat the same routine. Then have some kids of your own and marry some other lost individual. Retire and wait for your death. This same routine. Why do I do it? There are 7 billion people in the world. 90% do it. I'm unneeded. Not important. I'm tired of it. What's the point? I guess that's your daily dose of teenage angst for the day. I have to go. Time for school.
"Bye Mom I love ya!" I yell as I run out the door and on to the school bus. I sit in the front seat and plug my headphones in. I scroll to the bottom of my playlist and choose to listen to some of "The Killers". Now, as much fun as goofing around with the meat head jock's sound, I am a "poetry geek" who never goes outside and have max 3 friends. I wear big sweaters and often have a beanie on. I'm pretty sure my pessimistic and serious self would not fit in with guys whose idea of a good time are testing out which one can balance the most hot dogs on their nose. The worst one being Josh Dun. He acts like "he's the man" just because he plays football. Oh fuck. Here he comes now.
"What ya listening to there?" He says with the sound of chewing gum in his words.
"Uh just some music.." I say quietly.
He looks at his friends and smirks. He looks back at me eyes filled with taunt.
"No shit. Let me have a fucking listen if you won't tell me"
He rips the headphones out of my ears and dangles them above his. I shoot him a nasty glare until I see him nod with acceptance.
"Killers. Respect my dude"
He walks down the aisle of the bus to the back. As the faded sounds of the bus driver yelling at Josh echo behind my music, I turn my head to look at Josh. He smiles at me and I smile back. At least, I think it was a smile. Probably was the corners of my mouth raised just a bit higher. As I turn back to face the front of my seat, I feel.. different. A change in routine is always nice.
When we arrive at the school, I turn to my friends. Hayley Williams and Lynn Gunn. Hayley is your average punk rock teen. And Lynn is the most thoughtful and sweet girl you could know. Proud to call them my best friends
"Girls." I say as I greet them.
"Boy." They reply.
I tell them about what happened on the bus with Josh.
"No way? Josh listens to The Killers?! I mean, he comes to me for hair dye but that's about as alternative as the guy gets!"
"I know right!" I say in agreement.
Lynn looks at us both and says
"Guys there is a reasonable explanation for this. He doesn't even like The Killers and is just trying to find a way into Tyler's pants." She says with a smirk on her face.
"SHUT UP!" I yell at her and hit her with my textbook.
Lynn laughs in my face and Hayley separates us.
"OKAY OKAY guys, Mr. Morris won't like his precious science textbook to be covered in Lynn's blood. Let's just forget it. Anyways, Tyler... you're not his type"
Hayley grabs Lynn's hand and runs down the hallway laughing.
I shake my head and bite my lip. I hate those girls.
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Fanfiction9 boys start a club in a tree house and talk about their problems there, the catch is... all are anonymous, Main Characters: Tyler Joseph, Josh Dun, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie, Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood R...
